I have a feeling it’s going to be a rocky few weeks.
It hasn’t been the best start to Easter ever. I had a nice little square of four issues that knocked me out of my stride somewhat. I feel like they are gradually clearing up but then maybe I’ve just decided they are clearing up and as such is only going to make the fall worse then they don’t.
I guess we’ll find out soon…
It’s not often I feel the need to berate an entire gender.
But sometimes I wonder that if guys talked to each other about relationships more the popularity of the phrase “uh, men!” would soon be superceded by the phrase “uh, women!”
I mean, if I’m not busy being an asshole about what someone did on the previous weekend or having to explain to women how men work, I’m busy discussing the commonality in experiences of woman. Because it turns out they are just all too familiar when you hear them from someone else.
It seems somewhat ironic that they day Michelle leaves the country we get such a heavy snowfall.
Still it provided a somewhat appropriate mise en scene for last night’s activities. I guess we’ll have to wait and see if it was indeed the long dark tea-time of the soul. Anyone for a snowball fight?
I am most enjoying my new phone.
It looks quite good sat on my desk not doing anything.
I phoned up Vodaphone on Tuesday to get my unlock code for my k800i and they told me they would have it by Friday so I phoned back yesterday and they told me they didn’t have it. Not they didn’t have it yet, but rather they didn’t have it. And have now requested it for me again. Fantastic.
To anyone who is currently in some kind of poke war with me over on Facebook.
Congratulations, you win.
I have come to the conclusion it would be wiser to regain the hour after hour of my life wasted poking people back than continue in such activites. I am therefore ending any poke wars I am currently engaged with.
Does anyone else miss…
I notice Mr. O’Shea is going to the theatre rather than coming to the pub night. I suspect however it’s just a clever ploy to get out of buying me the drink he bet me thatwhen claiming I wouldn’t dare put a lolcat on my FYP during my demonstration to Tony Jenkins at my progress meeting.
Of course, the doubters in DEC-10 were wrong…
I wanted to go out with a bang so I submited this item to the staff student forum agenda. Brandon kindly accepted said submission. Have a peak.
Roger Boyle our head of school even approved the plan. Although he added that it only really works when the person you name something after has passed away. Still, phase one complete, just phase two to take care of now…
I got a call from Vodaphone retention this morning.
Suddenly, they can do me the packages for new customers and can even give me the special offers on top of that too. So I now have 500 minutes and unlimited texts and they’ve even gone as far as to throw in free itemised billing (which I already had lol). Best of all they are now doing it £5 a month cheaper than o2.
So I now have a phone on the way from Vodaphone and a phone on the way from o2 as well as my PAC code even though I don’t need it. Messy, messy situation.
First of all, such heresy as was rumoured back in January has been put to rest. I remain as ever a Sony Ericsson fanboy. And not just because the contract was £5 cheaper than going with an N95 or P1i. But because I’m old and afraid of change.
I have however officially requested my PAC code from Vodaphone. Much as Kieran ran into problems when he wanted to upgrade his phone when his last contract expired I phoned up Vodaphone to complain that none of their price plans on their website were available from the upgrades process.
The patronising call centre worker explained (well more confirmed my suspicions when I proposed such ideas) that they were only available to new customers. To be honest I thought such practices had now died out but apparently not. I explained to him that the packages being offered to me were “just rubbish” so he passed me through to their promotions department.
Properly implemented CRM systems shine through as always as I began talking to the girl in promotions by giving her my phone number, confirming my full name and address and other security details even though I’d already done that twice this call (once with the automated system when you phone up and once to the guy in upgrades).
She managed to throw me together 150 minutes and 500 texts for £25 a month. However, given o2 were offering the slightly more appealing 400 minutes and 1000 texts for not much more I decided to officially abandon Vodaphone in favour of o2. No doubt I’ll be telling a similar story in 18 months time.